Page 78 of Inked Adonis

“Sam!” She yanks my hair, demanding more. I devour her like a starving man, my tongue parting her folds, tasting her essence. She writhes but I pin her hips down.

She’s not going anywhere.

“Sweet fucking perfection,” I growl against her core, making her whimper. I torture her clit with precise strokes before sucking it between my lips. She arches off the desk with a cry that makes my cock throb.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she pants, heels digging into my back. Like I could. I need to hear her scream my name, need to feel her come undone. I thrust two fingers deep, curling them just right. She’s so tight it’s sinful.

I set a merciless rhythm, fingers pumping as I feast on her clit. She’s close—I can feel her walls fluttering, hear her breath catching. But I want her desperate first.

“Please,” she begs, thrashing. “Sam, please.”

There it is. I double down, sucking harder, finger-fucking her faster until she shatters. My name tears from her throat as she comes, coating my fingers and tongue with her release.

I drink every drop before rising. She’s sprawled across my desk, flushed and dazed. A goddamn masterpiece.

“My turn,” she purrs, reaching for my belt. I let her free my cock, groaning when she strokes me. Her thumb swipes across the tip. She spreads precum in teasing circles.

She lies back, pulling me with her. I cage her with my arms as she guides me to her entrance.

“Fuck me,” she commands, eyes blazing into mine.

I slam home in one brutal thrust. We both curse at how perfectly she takes me. I start moving, building from slow and deep to hard and fast, claiming her with every stroke.

Nova matches my rhythm. Her nails raking down my back as I pound into her. Skin slaps against skin, mixing with our desperate sounds. Sweat makes us slide together like we’re made for this.

“Harder,” she demands, legs locked around my waist. I give her what she needs, ramming into her until the desk groans in protest. I capture a bouncing nipple between my teeth, biting down.

“Yes!” She clenches around me, hovering on the edge. I reach down to work her clit, determined to feel her come on my cock.

I take her hard and fast, marking her inside and out. Making her mine in the most primitive way possible. She meets me thrustfor thrust, her nails scoring my back, her legs locked around my waist like she never wants to let go.

When she comes, she calls my name like a prayer. Like salvation. Like she sees past the monster to the man and wants both equally.

It feels like victory.

It feels like surrender.

It feels like the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done.

Dawn spillsacross the bed like liquid gold, painting Nova’s skin in shades of honey and amber as I dress for work. She watches me with those knowing eyes that see too much, propped up on one elbow with the sheet barely covering her breasts.

“Your tie is crooked,” she advises me, voice still husky from sleep and sex.

I let her fix it, standing between her legs as she works. Her fingers brush my throat, a touch that should make my survival instincts kick in. Instead, I lean into it like a wolf accepting a collar.

“Last chance to run,” I tell her, needing to give her this final out. Needing her to understand exactly what she’s choosing by staying.

She doesn’t answer with words. Instead, she rises to her knees on the bed, pressing that soft, warm body against my freshly pressed suit. Her kiss is gentle but firm. Claiming. Accepting.

That primal thing once again roars to life in my chest. She’s chosen me, monster and man both. Not because she has to, but because she wants to.

“Be careful today,” she whispers against my mouth. “Come back to me.”

I crush her to me one last time, probably wrinkling the hell out of my suit. “Always.”

As I head for the door, that possessive thing inside me snarls in satisfaction.

She’s mine now. Really mine.

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